poems
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Like a shadow you know is there but disappears when you turn to confront it it’s there, but he’s not Following discreetly, benignly nourish part of the atmosphere minus the trench coat Sometimes light diffuses instead of illuminates My father’s memory, legacy, aura follows me no, I am not paranoid just aware of the oddly Read more
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You opened me like a book thumbed through the pages of boldly outlined pictures mercurially finding one you chose your weapon from boxed arsenal; a sharp one, new to the point and unused you are the 64-box of Crayola’s using all the colors of you to flesh out the person that is me the picture Read more
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Dinner with my Valentine; wine and Sinatra Fine haiku-be-do-be-do… Read more
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I love to walk alone in the rain and snow the colder the wetter the better I hear, understand nature, myself, my perosnal nature a whole lot better character building personal challenge; to prevail against the cold, the wet, implies some sort of adversarial relationship we do not partake the colder the wetter the better Read more
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Large, bold strokes spray painted symbols, words innocent and sinister hieroglyphs and slogans in black and blue on pulsating, animated canvas Names, times, events, places feelings and forgotten emotions weathered, all Some are ancient, indecipherable some still hurt some never did some are funny a few not at all Many names are legible, a.k.a’s various Read more
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Certain memories are a favorite pair of old slippers; ragged, tattered, not much to look at, but comfortable in a way nothing new could be once you plucked them from the garbage; second thoughts? hard to part, sometimes, with a never-complaining old friend then again, sometimes it’s best to just let the dog chew ‘em Read more
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Resolving, revolving promises made, kept, broken a yearly event spontaneously preordained commitments utterly devoid of promissory intent, overflowing self-mockery filling all potholes on the poorly paved road to hell Resolving, revolving nothing stays the same but the yearly promises to change though attitudes ingrained leave revelatory mandates estranged new year, old refrain Read more
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I’ve never seen the world in quaint, stark black and white even as a child, vivid shades of gray were crystal clear I have always seen life for what it really is; unnamed, unruly tints and hues both opaque and austere seeing life as purely black-and-white takes a special color blindness that I did not Read more
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Middle age and being a grandfather for the first time finds me going back and looking forward reflecting on past errors, omissions, miscalculations and major ‘oopsies’ in hand-mirror over-the-shoulder Annie Oakley sharpshooter-style without the gift of an eagle eye or benefit of practicing good aim I happily fire away Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 